Whilst into the night, as ash

by Drew Gold   Apr 25, 2006


You seemed so real;

an angel, slipping down
through your ring of fire
whilst into the night, as ash
you'd walk the winds
and graze the edge
-of love:
dancing above me, reborn
like nails sinking, straight
through the coffin, into flesh;

death is with me every moment
that you smile and every kiss
is a reminder that i'm still not alive
within your grasp.

stripped of your halo;
still holding tight to the mess
of flesh and metal skin-grafts
you've applied: words
endearing my heart
to your brick-wall
of silent indifference

alas, even as i lapse
from this moment
to that,
you still seem so real;

an angel, bathed in the fire
of solitude and singular wanting
while the world turns
its back, you take
my hand; sleep-walking
through the motions
of a dire and delirious dance,
you step upon the altar
to cry out your demands

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  • 17 years ago

    by Midnight Sun

    I really loved the line, "an angel bathed in fire of solitude and singular wanting."
    Great phrases and a beautiful picture drawn by your words.
    ~Jules

  • 17 years ago

    by Fallen Angel

    Another stunning piece. I've read two of your poems now and I have to say that you are obviously an incredibly talented writer, you write with such confidence and depth, nothing is forced and everything fits. It's simply stunning. I'm definately adding you to my favourites right now! 5/5, great stuff! x